Slow Death

I will slowly leave you.
One day, shadows will take me over
as you stand by and watch
or would you take my hand and heart,
as I drift, and ask me to stay?
Silent angels have walked with my grief
and agony for a long time now;
when my deepest thoughts can be heard
by no one, yet can be touched
by growling fingers,
they wrap their arms
around me, but one day
their song
began to slide like treacle
down the walls I’d come to dread –
swallowing me,
swallowing all of our lives;
it hung there, thick
with the lies, the violence
trapping us like flies on paper –
while the slaps, real and unsaid,
bruised the air, bruised us.
You said you loved me,
and I believed in it,
flung against the pictures
of our childhood,
flung against tradition,
flung against all we held dear,
and when that black heart of yours
grew tired,
I wished for peace,
I wished for darkness,
until soon the singing stopped.